#but the only fucking things actually hiring around here are either jobs I'm incredibly not qualified for (nursing/trucking) or like. cashier

[what-wait-why]

if i were not on T I'd be on my period right now

[dragonbstoned]

Okay, so I know that this is INCREDIBLY long, but *please* read to the end. Everything is such a wreck that I have no options but to essentially beg for help.

This isn't just long but also kind of complicated to explain, but I'm not going to simply accept possible assistance from complete without giving the full scope of the situation. Honestly, it's next to impossible to understand how it ended up here without the full story anyway.

Literally everything this year has gotten progressively worse the longer it's dragged on and I'm so desperate that I don't know what the fuck to do anymore... I'm fucking broken and out of ideas. I hate asking for help, but I'm literally out of options, and reaching out on other platforms/to the community I've grown up in has been completely useless...

Currently, I'm struggling to just be able to *survive* and at risk of being homeless, which is made even worse by my partner and our cat (who is on a prescription diet and we'd already cut back significantly to make sure he was properly taken care of leading up to this) are in the same boat... I'm disabled and *can't* work while also waiting on my appeal for rejection to be examined by an actual person. It's been over a year since the rejection and subsequent appeal. If that wasn't enough, my partner has been searching for a job for the entirety of the year, especially since their unemployment ran out, but NO ONE is hiring. This isn't an exaggeration either. They've gone on sites, put in applications, and made calls only to be told that they aren't *actually* hiring. They've even gone on interviews that have gone nowhere. They've tried *everything*, working on applications and making calls to follow up on them literally every single day for MONTHS, and it's been useless so far. This is NOT due to a lack of effort. I've seen firsthand how much it's wrecked them, and it even caused *significant* strain on our relationship a few months ago.

They haven't stopped looking for a job either. It just *isn't* happening, and this is where things start to REALLY go downhill...

The man who tries to call himself my father recently received some financial assistance from his parents due to him being out of a job from his own negligence, with the intention of it being for MY rent (this was explicitly mentioned and the funds were offered due to that), only for him to turn around and immediately steal the majority of the money to waste on himself. (About 1200 bucks, 2k was sent, I only ever saw a quarter of it.) He essentially used it to pay off something that was NOT necessary and the only reason I can say it SO definitively is because I've been the one budgeting money for him for the last decade because, despite him being a nearly 57 year old man, he has no idea how to and never has. It genuinely feels as if he intentionally refuses to learn as well. Everyone around him has tried, for 34 years (on the part of my mother anyway), and it's never gone well. To give you a better idea, this man actively REFUSED to apply for unemployment when I was a child, and my mother had to be the one to do this. It's also not the first time he's tried to get out of paying for something he's responsible for/committed to of his own free will.

He's been lording my partner's lack of a job over their head for MONTHS now despite being the one to tell us not to worry about their half of the rent and that he'd cover it for as long as it was needed. To his credit, he did follow through on this until he also lost his job, which was, again, due to his own negligence. During the earlier portion of this period of uncertainty, our bank also suffered a ransomware attack that left us incapable of tracking our finances for the better part of a month. My biological paternal donor also told me that I should simply keep using my own card despite not being able to transfer funds into the account during this... which left me with about $1500 in debt and forced me to take out an emergency personal loan in order to prevent my account from being closed down. He'd promised that he would handle the full thing when he was capable of doing so, only to immediately blame me for the position he forced me into accepting.

On top of that, we've recently learned he's essentially completely fabricated almost every aspect of his life for as long as I've been alive. This has caused a number of issues, the main one being that I've been forced to cut him off as he's turned verbally, mentally, and emotionally abusive towards me for no reason. It's gotten so bad that I actually ended up blocking him on everything so that I could focus on trying to keep my partner and I housed.

I've been working on trying to fix it, but I'm currently behind on rent as I've been incapable of paying this month (November) and most certainly will not have the ability to do so on the first to keep us here another month. We pay 1k per month for a 12'x12' room in a rather hostile house. We've been attempting to leave since before my partner was released from their last job during a probationary period. They got some holiday work at the end of last year, but clearly, it wasn't going to help us out long-term. And as I've said, they've been unable to find a job since.

As if all of THAT wasn't bad enough, my partner's phone incredibly damaged, but now it's gotten far worse to the point that their lock/power button is no longer functioning properly. Their phone has had issues for months, but we haven't been able to afford to replace it as we've been more focused on keeping a roof over our heads... I'm able to get them a new one through our phone plan where we can pay it off monthly. However, we can't even afford the tax on the new device in order for me to do that. I've tried to find a way to make it happen but now it's completely unavoidable. If they don't have a phone, they'll have even less capability of finding a job as they won't be able to contact or be contacted by possible employers.

Honestly, I don't even know how much we need, I'm at the point of taking anything we can get in terms of assistance... Both of us are already getting our respective assistance from the county, but it doesn't really solve the housing problem, so we need to figure out how to get as much of our rent/bills paid as soon as possible because we're due to get an eviction notice at pretty much any moment. There is nowhere else for us to go currently as we still haven't been paired up with our housing navigation specialist through the county so fighting tooth and nail to stay here is literally our ONLY option right now.

I'm going to drop payment handles/links below... I know that this has been a lot to read, and if you stuck it out to the end, thank you so much. Even if you can't help financially, I would appreciate it if you could at least share this around and boost it to as many people as possible... We just need any form of help we can get at this point.

The following are the payment options that I have access to currently, I haven't set up a gofundme or anything (as they do take a portion of the money) and I just *can't* afford to have that happen right now as we've been counting literal pennies for months. I will not provide my Zelle as that is incredibly sensitive information, and I'm not comfortable putting that out there as it could fuck me over financially or even reveal information that I've worked very hard to keep private from certain people who will abuse it. (Please forgive the PayPal username not matching. It's an incredibly old account, and I no longer use the handle for my other profiles or accounts in any way.)

CashApp: https://cash.app/$dragonbstoned

Paypal: https://www.paypal.me/DragonChild42

Venmo: https://venmo.com/code?user_id=2835216225796096270&created=1731911514

Again, I understand if people aren't able to help financially, but PLEASE share this to boost it as much as possible. I'm just incredibly desperate and lost as to the possible solutions here.

[bbugyu]

holy god.

thank you SO SO SO SO MUCH for one thousand followers! i can't even express how happy i am right now - it's taken me a whole day to decide how i wanted to make this post 🤕

i wanted to do something fun for this milestone, because it's genuinely beyond my understanding that i hit it at all and i want to show my gratitude, but drabble games stress me out because i'm incredibly long winded (who would have guessed, based on the fact this entire paragraph so far is one run on sentence), so i came up with something better!

send me a member, a category, and a prompt, and i will write you a vignette of the moment the prompt is said.

these are short!! like, 2-3 paragraphs only. that's how i'm combatting my inability to just fucking end a fic already jesus chriIIIIIIIST JUST END IT!!! JUST SAY THE ENDDDD AND POST IT sorry i just ..... need to work on that LMFAO

i'll only do each prompt once, so it's first come first serve. feel free to send multiple, just make sure they are in different asks! i'm going to keep this game open for a while, so don't worry about being too late! i'm going to do my best to post these the day i receive the request, but please be lenient with me 😭 i work 50 hours a week.

all pronouns will be neutral, but when picking smut, please specify what genitalia you would prefer (v/p, afab/amab, or however you're comfortable doing so).

prompt list and example is under the cut!

this will also act as a masterlist for the ones i've already posted, so be sure to refresh before submitting a request to have the most updated list! if it is red and crossed out, i've received an ask for it already. again, i will only be writing one vignette per prompt.

categories:

fluff or smut

prompts:

“give me a second and I’ll show you.”

“is it hot in here or is that just you?”

“i think i love you.” soonyoung

“hold my hand.”

“it’s not morning yet.”

“you were right here all along.”

“you don’t have to leave so soon.”

“you could put your feet in my lap, you know.”

“i wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

“shut up and kiss me.”

“we could try cuddling.”

“stop being so cute.”

“i’m not leaving your side.”

“you should probably eat something.”

“when was the last time you slept?”

“can we stay like this forever?”

“please just kiss me already.”

“i missed you so much.”

“stop being grumpy, it’s boring.” soonyoung

“give me attention.”

“when i’m with you, i’m home.”

“that was kind of hot.”

“this is new.”

“would you just hold still?”

“they didn’t deserve you.”

“rumor has it, i make you nervous.” seungkwan

“are you flirting with me?” seokmin

“i love it when you moan my name.”

“let me give you a reason to stay in bed.”

“no underwear?”

“i want you now.”

“use your words.”

“do you like that?”

“you can get louder, can’t you?”

“look what you do to me.”

“i want to taste you.”

“shhhh…”

“tell me how you like it.”

“i just want to please you.”

“all of my thoughts about you are improper.”

“don’t be gentle.”

“i’ve never wanted anyone this badly before.”

“make me.”

“once we start, i might not be able to stop.”

“don’t give me that look.”

“try to stay quiet.”

“are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

“you’re hot when you’re mad.”

“stop distracting me.”

“tell me again.”

“if we get caught, i'll kill you.” wonwoo (ex.)

example request:

wonwoo, smut (afab), 51

warnings. choking

today wasn't the day you were expecting to be pushed up against the inner wall of a closet, lost in the labyrinth of a home that the contracting company you did runner work for spent a disproportionate amount of time remodeling compared to their other clients. sure, you had been hoping - not just today, either, you had hoped for this just about every day since you had been hired - but today was unexpected, because this project was in crunch, and your breath was ragged and you were positive that if wonwoo could actually see you in the dark, you would be embarrassed by your fucked out expression for the rest of your life, but you were there. you were getting absolutely fucked by your stud of a contractor boss in an empty closet. you were even on the clock, and you would have made a joke about how this must have made you a sex worker if you were capable of anything other than chanting his name as he snapped his hips into yours.

he slapped his hand over your mouth, pressing the back of your head into the wall as you whined, and suddenly, his face was right up against yours. your eyes widened, adjusting in the dark to study his furrowed brow and intense eyes, but you could have sworn you saw his lip quirk ever so slightly. you registered the sound of someone walking somewhere in the house, unable to decipher how close they were, but you were sure wonwoo had a better idea by the way his thrusting slowed

"if we get caught, i'll kill you," he muttered, and when your thighs and walls squeezed the parts of his body they were wrapped around, he let his hand fall from your mouth to wrap around the column of your throat as he pistoned into you like it was his job.

[normal-thoughts-official]

I was reading ur post about the Brazilian education system (which sounds fucking incredible by the way) and it reminded me of smth

I have no intention of becoming a teacher, but my sister is one and she works in a primary school (her class is ages 5-6), and when she was in university she showed me loads of things about the reflecting realities study

I think it was made in 2017 and it was a study on how well children's books reflected the world around us, ie how many books published had protagonists of colour and obviously the results were dire

I'd have to look it up but there were very few people of colour and a hell of a lot of white characters, but what was especially interesting was that when Black Lives Matter got more prevelence last year a lot of publishing houses got put under pressure to add more people of colour in their books

And when the 2020 reflecting realities study came in and while there was more people of colour and less white people, the number of animals being the main protagonists completely jumped up

And it's just terrible because of stories with main casts of animals still fall into the exact same racist stereotypes. Like often they follow the protagonist of a cute fluffy animal as they struggle against the predetory snake or bear, both of which are completely different to them physically and explicitly a threat - this could also be stranger danger

And I mean, what's worse is when they're consciously trying to use animals as an allegory - I mean Zootopia? Anyone? Disney making the allegory for people of colour into literal predetors really wasn't the woke moment they thought it was

And I was just thinkinf about how this kind of follows through into the fantasy genre. I'm gonna be tentative here because Im no expert on this so call me out if you think I'm wrong. Like I'm glad that the shadowhunters cadting directors hired more actors of colour to the team because othereise it would be overwhelmingly pasty, I can't help but notice the decision to cast Luke, the only black man, as an animal and how they changed his character entirely as well

Because (this is not pro cc) Luke in the books was a gentle white bookshop owner, and the show changed him into a cop, and the second time we see him or so he's been injured from fighting (ie not depicted as gentle) ? For some reason (this could just be for plot purposes but u know) There's whole essays online about how media uses black cops in shows and movies to prevent criticism against them but that's a whole other post

(tentative again but do you think that it was kidn of to distance itself from real world issues? Like shadowhunters can obviously be read as the fantasy police force, but by making Luke a downworlder and a cop I feel like maybe they're moving as far away from being properly critical as they can)

That being said, I love show Luke I think he's fantastic, and I way prefer his competancy instead of wimpy white book Luke but I think he can fit the trope in media where characters of colour are depicted as animalistic, ie TWILIGHTs wolves being all native people!!! and I feel like often it just helps to reinforce a lot of the aggressive stereotyoes against poc

Idk how to finish this. In conclusion publishing houses seem to find it easier to publish stories about animals than people of colour and that's a big fat problem. Also how instead of you know publishing books by authors of colour several responded to criticism by just rereleasing collections of classics with black people on the cover - like that solves anythung

Idk I thought you might find the study interesting, it obviously goes more in depth that I have talked about so I can link it to you if you'd like (however it is a study based in Britain based upon British publishing houses so no worries if you aren't interested)

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that does sound pretty interesting! id like to see it if u have it easily, but if not, no worries. i think understanding the specifics of the context in other places always helps u understand ur own better, and we have similar studies in brazil with pretty much the same results

the whole animals thing is so crazy. like both in the sense of animalization and just that genuinely animals are more appealing to have as mc than poc for publishing companies diajasoidja god

also i've never seen zootopia or heard of it being a racial allegory and id like to unlearn that information

about luke: yep. i'm not sure they cast isaiah because he was a werewolf, i think it's genuinely just because he was a good actor (especially because so many other originally white characters got actors of color in the show) but sh and tsc did pick the race of the downworlders in the most cursed way. the two most important black characters were both werewolves (i know ur in s1 but maia also exists in tsc so), literally ALL the werewolves except for russell were either black or latine, even the minor ones (bat, alaric, gretel), the only jewish character drinks blood (COME ON), raphael is also animalized a lot "on account of being a vampire" whereas simon is not (and even camille isn't and she was supposed to be white so)

the decision to make luke a black cop will always be something i'll hate. can we stop trying to make cops diverse. cops are oppressors. get out of here with the propaganda

im not sure the thing about luke being hurt is supposed to imply he's violent tho, i think it's more supposed to be like "poor him, a great serviceman of the people, risking his life at the job" which is copaganda and therefore still racist, but, in a different way daoidjsaj

i think there could have been a good critique/parallel there with luke being black and a cop and an ex-shadowhunter downworlder, but that would have to be handled REALLY carefully so im actually kind of glad sh didn't even try to do that. also it would require luke to have actual growth as a character instead of just being clary's caretaker #4, and his internalized anti-downrorldism and bootlicking tendencies to be addressed and become a liberation plotline. which again, sh could never

but yeah same, in the end i love show luke, mostly because of who he could have been, but at least he's not useless like book luke. but like... why make him a cop when you could, very easily, do Anything Else

[babaleshy]

Something I May Need to Stop Doing...

I'll be venting in this post, but this is about the desire to move out of a desperate want for change right now even though such a move is not meant to be.

On occasion, I go onto zillow's website and check out houses around Pittsburgh out of curiosity just to see what houses are going for what price in what kind of condition. I've noticed something incredibly enticing: there are some houses going for under $100,000 and are technically livable. It's just got flaking/chipping paint, may need new rugs, and other general clean-ups. The only "major" thing I wanna do to any of these houses falling under this criteria is the fact that I feel more comfortable with a tin roof.

These houses that I find are within city limits, most of these houses I've shown an interest in are close to sidewalks. This means if I were to move into one of these houses, then I'd have a chance to properly commute!

Ah, but why exactly am I making this post? What is it that I'm venting about? And what did I mean earlier when I said "not meant to be?"

Back in 2014 (autumn, specifically), my husband and I had to move out of our apartment in downtown Pittsburgh to my parents' farm in Ohio. Two reasons made us do this: one was the skyrocketing rent prices when HUD sold our building, causing rent to go from $539/mo to $720/mo. My husband worked at a casino, and was making $10/hr, so when rent prices went up like mad, we really began to struggle to survive. The other thing was bedbugs. The building manager laughed at our discomfort and said, "What do you expect me to do about it? Where would everyone go for the building to be treated?" Like, you're a shit manager if you haven't come up with those contingency plans.

Paying $720/mo for a bedbug-infested apartment (bedbugs are fucking hard to get rid of) and living in a constant state of itchy breakout made us decide it was time to move in with my parents. Because we literally could not afford to live anywhere else, and our student loan debt fucked up our credit scores, so we couldn't even get a house (and we were looking for one at the time!).

We used to think living on this farm was temporary until reality set in, that there is absolutely no possible way for us to make it on our own now. My husband has ADHD and anxiety and is still struggling to practice to get his driver's license (it's hard when my dad is a major source of my husband's stress; my dad's an asshole and gets worse by the year), and I'm Autistic, so I can't hold down a regular job, and nothing else is hiring.

In terms of getting a job for me at all, either I'd have to go to school for my special interest for the job (ecology, entomology, and/or paleontology) or I'd rather work in a library.

Welp, college is far too expensive for me to pay out of pocket, and my already existing student loan debt is barring me from getting any sort of financial aid to go back to school at all. As far as the library is concerned? Remember when I said my husband is currently struggling to practice for his license? (He doesn't get much practice because my dad is a stressful asshole that makes my husband have a horrible headache and anxiety after he drives). We have 2 vehicles, one my mom uses to get to work, and the other my dad uses to take my husband to work as well as do errands in like grocery shopping and shit like that.

I can't get a ride.

Can't ride a bicycle, either. It's definitely not safe (I live in America, if you couldn't tell). My parents' farm is deep within one of the back roads with one of the properties on this road being an oil rig. The oil workers drive like assholes, not caring what animal they hit, speeding through here. There are dirtbikes and four-wheelers that speed through here, too. There's no room for 2 vehicles to pass one another, and nothing but pure fucking hill the moment you step off the side of the road. I literally cannot bike here.

But let's pretend I got onto one of the main roads on either end of our road. It's even worse! And STILL no room for bicyclists! This goes for fucking miles until you reach a residential area! Except for a nearby little village-town that has the closest library branch. It's the village my husband grew up in, but there's a lot of sketchy turns, corners, and again, no room for bicycles. This includes main roads.

With all this in mind, I actually considered the possibility of moving to that village, because the village itself is actually safe enough to bike ride in. The problem is: I'm not guaranteed to get a job at the library at all. I tried getting a job as a library clerk at the Carnegie Library in Pittsburgh, got interviewed and everything, and didn't get the job for whatever reason. In fact, I'm not guaranteed a job at all at any library branch, regardless of the neighborhood. So moving to such an area depending on the chance of being hired there is not worth it.

Such a village is actually rather unfriendly, and that goes for a lot of communities here on this side of Ohio. You'd think this was one of the southern states from its people and what flags they fly.

So why not Pittsburgh? Why not move there if we could?

Well, I thought about it. It has all the perks I could expect such as public transportation, somewhat safer bicycling areas to commute to school and work, and more importantly: THINGS TO DO.

Living in the middle of nowhere blows when you want to, on your own without relying on someone to drive you, go and do something, such as buying fabric or art supplies for future projects, or going to the library, or anything, really! Yeah, I do want to garden, but I don't have the means to do that on a damn farm (long, frustrating story that made me stop believing my parents' promises).

Not to mention, I still have friends in Pittsburgh, If I wanna see them, they don't have to drive an hour and 45 minutes (and that's if they have a car) to visit. I got 2 friends here in the area, and they're busy with their work's demanding schedules. When we do hang out, Cards Against Humanity, Uno, and D&D can only do so much until it gets old and boring and you wanna do something else that isn't hanging out at a dead mall. There is truly nothing to do here. Pittsburgh has the museums, libraries, parks, and far more interesting establishments to lurk in.

So again: why not Pittsburgh?

Because that city has changed and is still changing compared to when I was last there. My regular watering hole (The Beehive) is no more. There are neighborhoods being gentrified (meaning I'm not guaranteed to keep my home even if I pay it off). Businesses are closing, meaning people will be losing their jobs, and some of the other places hiring (like libraries) are not guaranteed to hire me, especially when I haven't had a job since 2010.

There's also my cat to consider; she gets stressed at the sound of a lawn-mower (I don't blame her). She wouldn't be able to handle the sounds of the city. Unless we found a place not too close to downtown, such a move is a no-go.

I've daydreamed about living in Pittsburgh again. I'm homesick for Pittsburgh. I've realized only recently that that city was my home. Not this farm, not even the house I grew up in. I felt like a person who didn't have to rely on people for rides and such. It's the only place where I've truly lived on my own and enjoyed it.

I've actually considered moving out of this country and found that even more impossible. No matter which country you pick, no matter what language you learn, not only do you have to pay for your things to be shipped, for your plane ticket for a one-way trip, or whatever you need to become a citizen there, you still have to pay at least $2,000 to revoke your American citizenship or else you will be forced to pay American taxes despite never setting foot on American soil ever again.

Thanks to capitalism, America has made it fucking impossible for the average person to leave for good. If you are born here, you are financially enslaved here unless you're wealthy enough to leave.

So... What's the plan?

Well, for now: not much. The pandemic has set plans back a bit, but my parents have a lien on the house thanks to my private student loans my mom was bullied and forced into co-signing for. She... I guess?... is almost done paying them off? I don't know. My parents don't like communicating need-to-know info with me and then get mad when I don't absorb it through osmosis. Once the lien is taken off the house, mom wants to move north to be near her sister, and she said she'll try finding a farm for sale near Kent State so it'll be an easier commute (be it by bicycle or by car). My intention is to enroll there to be able to get a job as an ecologist (focus in entomology, specializing in arachnology) with a minor in paleontology.

Once I've gotten that all taken care of (as well as my husband going back to school for what he wants), we move to the pacific northwest, mainly just north of Seattle somewhere.

I hate Ohio. I hate running into people I've gone to school with that I try to avoid (more like I see them, but they don't recognize me? At least I hope not?). I hate this place so much. I hate this climate, being near people I don't want just randomly showing the fuck up. And what's the use of living near family when they don't want to bother visiting you? I hate hearing my mom tell me so-and-so that I obviously want nothing to do with told her to tell me they said hi. I'm tired of fearing I'll run into someone that abused me in the past because now they're back in the fucking area again apparently.

I've got my fingers crossed that something is gonna give and college to some level (community college?) will be free for residents or something. It'll give me a chance to go back to school for something close to what I wanna do so I can maybe get a job? Completing something at a community college would at least make it easier for me to get enrolled at a university.

My husband and I picked Seattle (or close to Seattle) for its climate. It's (usually) not blistering hot every goddamn year, and it's not horribly cold thanks to the mountain range (I'm quite cold-intolerant). We both enjoy overcast weather and rain. We'd rather take our chances with volcanoes than earthquakes or hurricanes in areas where these things are guaranteed to happen yet nobody ruling these areas wants to invest in infrastructure that helps stand a chance against them. Seattle also has a nice combination of city and wilderness side-by-side. Not much of that with Pittsburgh.

If I was forced to only move to Pittsburgh and no other city, I wouldn't mind, especially since I'm more familiar with Pittsburgh than I am with anything in my current local area (because I had to travel on foot instead of relying on a car to get to places!). Fuck, my mom wouldn't even let me do anything by myself out of the yard when we lived in the village I grew up in because she was a paranoid fuck and by the time I JUST STARTED gaining independence for having a bike and bicycling to the post office everyday, we moved to this farm.

Oh, this isn't a roof over my head I should be thankful for. My parents got screwed. Our water is full of iron and calcium that no filter can fix, so we constantly have plumbing problems, the post and internet connections are questionable at best, we get ant infestations from 2 species EVERY YEAR, all for a farm my mom wanted for horses she always wanted and eventually got but has little next to no energy to spend the time she wants with them and she refuses to admit her age has a lot to do with it on top of her working so she sits in the living room on THREE DIFFERENT DEVICES sucking up bandwidth to religiously watch every fucking livestream of a country singer she likes (and complains if she's missing it for any reason!), scroll through Facebook, and play a fucking shitty app game!

Our internet out here? The physical equipment is outdated (copper wires instead of fiber-optic cables) because the fucking company doesn't wanna spend the money to upgrade it.

So instead, we're stuck here, with my husband losing his sanity bit by bit by the day at his shitty retail job (every other available job offering would be worse in this area) and I sit here and hope that maybe, JUST MAYBE, I could start gardening soon.

I miss Pittsburgh. I really do. But despite all of its benefits it would give me and my husband if we moved back, I don't think it will happen.

In the off-chance that we don't move north, that my dad's assholery intensifies and he decides to remain here (he has to legally agree to sell this house in order for my mom to move north; dad's reasons keep fucking changing), Pittsburgh is a nice back-up plan. Pitt University actually has the major I'd want to go back to school for, as well as what my husband wants to go back to school for, and we'd already be familiar with the city and what to expect of it. However, we're aiming higher, and hoping to move to the pacific northwest, instead.

But I think to avoid losing my sanity, I should stop daydreaming about a future that may never be.

Fingers crossed!

[sharknadoslutt]

Congrats Holly! You are such an awesome person! Here's a Clone Wars ship. I'm 5'8" with quite long dark strawberry blonde hair and grey eyes. I have a lot of crafting hobbies (knitting, quilting, painting),love to read and watch true crime. I'm a science nerd, and I'm going for a Ph.D in marine bio right now. I'm super competitive, and some dudes have said I'm intimidating. I'm usually a nice person though, but with a mind that's forever in the gutter. If it's clones and nsfw, I'm all about it.

I ship you with Commander Wolffe!

The Republic hired you as a scientist to help them with some sort of expedition. Like some Separatist fucked up a field and they hired you to find out what they did (Idk, you’re the science geek, you tell me why they hired you). You were still only a civilian so you were assigned a guard

My boy, Wolffe, happened to be your knight in not-so shiny armour. He’s stand offish, like incredibly so, because he doesn’t really think bringing in civilians to the investigation is appropriate. He’s polite enough though, but you can sense the distance that he;s putting between yall.

Ya know, until yall are ambushed are you managed to kick the shit out of some of the attackers. I feel like respect isn’t the right word here, but he certainly had a new appreciation for you

After the expedition was over and yall were headed back to Coruscant you used the ships gym to blow off some steam (I feel like they would have gyms, like they’re freggin huge and there’s lots of time to waste idk)

Wolffe came in to work out himself and found himself watching you and it may or may have not turned into a competition

You started a conversation, and once Wolffe started talking, he wouldnt stop

Next thing you know the two of yall are talking about your senior thesis and studies while your spotting him

Upon arrival back to Coruscant you ran into him at your gym (he, um, may or may not have found out where that was through good ol’ illegal research) and told you that the gym on the GAR was under construction and tried to wave it off as no big deal but in actuality he was pretty smitten

A few weeks later you received a job offer from the Republic as a science resource officer and were in a position where Wolffe could pop up without much suspicion and he did so. Often

“She’s incredible. She could kick my ass and look like a million credits at the same time!” - Drunk Wolffe to Gree to which Gree responded with, “Who the hell is Rissa?”

He’s too stubborn to make the first move, but once he knew you were interested he went for it - This lea to a very VERY steamy make out session in your office

From there it went full fledged, hard core, all the time.

He’d slip away from the barracks during his time on Coruscant and stay with you. These times were filled with you guys watching True Crime documentaries (Which he loves because he plays detective and likes to try and solve the murder before the verdict is read aloud)

You try and teach him how to knit. It does not happen

You knit him a scarf and he literally almost cries. He literally bits his tongue to the point of bleeding to keep himself from getting emotional, he was NOT going to let himself cry infront of you. 

And like, it was so hard for him. Because he cant wear it but he is SO happy to have something that YOU MADE HIM that is HIS. He owns this little things and would die protecting it. He keeps it under his pillow at the barracks and sleeps with one hand holding it.

He’s not really forwardly affectionate, like not really into hand holding and kissy kiss smoochie smooth buuuutt he’s the kind of guy that keeps a hand on the small of your back while yall walk and just looks at you with all the love in the world with his eyes when you arent looking. 

He’s a softie behind that big strong exterior and you have just managed to crack it open

A SPECIAL GIFT TO MY MUTUTALLL 

“Knock knock.”

Caught off guard, the girl looked up from her desk. At the sudden shift in movement her long hair slid from her back to the front of her shoulders. 

“Commander.” She greeted warmly as he stepped into her office. He still wore his armor, save from his helmet, seemingly just arriving back to Coruscant from his last campaign. Noticing the datapad in his hand she realized his visit may not be pleasure after all, but Republic business. Standing up she walked around from behind her desk, facing the man entering the door.

“Doctor.” He reciprocated, stepping forward so the door slammed shut behind him. He handed her the datapad. “There are compiles of findings from our last mission.”

“Thank you, Wolffe.” She said sweetly, taking it and placing it on her desk. She then turned back and looked up at the taller man, he seemed relaxed, but tired.

“You look lovely today.” He said, hands behind his back and posture straight. Such a loyal military man, always one to follow protocol… Ya know, until Rissa was in question. “It looks nice down.”

“Thank you.” She hummed, stepping up to where she almost stepped on her toes. “You don’t look bad yourself.”

“Hm?” He rolled his eyes slightly, playfully. “I’m nothing special.. standard armor with paint. Same face as about ten fella’s down the hall.” He took her chin in his hand. “And yet here you are.”

“Here I am, indeed.” Her lips curled into a small confident smile as her arms snaked around his neck.

There was a moment of silence where the two looked at one another knowingly, lovingly. It was an intimate and sweet almost embrace, bodies inches apart and eyes locked in a knowing gaze.

Wolffe broke the silence with a gentle chuckle. “Indeed…” He crashed his lips into hers. How he had craved the taste of her lips for too long..

She reciprocated, kissing him back happily. Her hold around his neck tightened and she squeaked in delight at the feel of his hands giving her ass a quick squeeze.

“You have anywhere to be?” She giggled when Wolffe separated the kiss. He picked her up off her feet and set her down on the desk. With a coy smile he placed his hand on either one of her thighs, gently rubbing them with his thumbs. 

“No, baby I’m all y-”  

“Commander, do you copy?”

The smug longing in the clone’s face depleted at the sound of his comlink going off. He winced, contemplating ignoring it entirely.

“Commander Wolffe, do you copy?”

She sighed, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “You better answer it.. If not, they’ll come looking for you.

He narrowed his eyes, considering this, before letting out a deep sigh. “You’re right..” 

“I always am.”

He chuckled. “True enough.” He stepped back, about to head out the door. “I’ll make this up to you, love.”

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Now I'm curious what happens when Juno figures out Peter was hired by Rita in the thief!Juno AU!

I’m having entirely too much fun with these.

Here’s Part 1 of this fic. 

The door’s barely open before the fist collides with Peter’s jaw. He doesn’t even try to stay standing– that would only invite a second punch– but drops to the floor like so much dead weight.

He knew this was coming. He knew it the moment he looked through the peephole and saw Juno Steel standing on the other side of his door. He just thought he’d manage to utter a few syllables first.

Juno steps through the door and kicks it shut behind him without taking his eyes off Peter. There’s no chance to slip away before Juno’s got him pinned between his knees. He takes two fistfuls of Peter’s shirt and hauls him a few inches off the floor. 

There’s a cold fury in his eyes, but his tone is frighteningly casual. “I’ve got to hand it to you, Rose or Glass or whoever the fuck you are. I’ve seen some interesting things in this business. But what you did? That was a special kind of fucked up.”

Peter cringes. “Juno, I’m sor–” He’s cut off by a sharp laugh.

“You’re sorry? Do you honestly expect me to believe that?” He drags Peter closer. “The only thing you’re going to tell me is who hired you.” 

“What?” Peter says, mostly to buy himself time to think.

“Don’t play fucking stupid with me,” Juno snarls. “Was it the Triad? Saffron? Somebody in the HCPD have it out for me?” With each suggestion he gives a jerk that makes Peter’s skull rattle. “Give me a name, goddammit. Who hired you?” 

He should be paying attention to Peter’s hands, but he’s too busy thrashing him around. Blinded by rage, Juno doesn’t notice that his laser’s been stolen until its barrel is pressed into his jaw.

“Are you finished?” Peter says evenly.

Juno relaxes his grip by a quarter inch. His shoulders are shaking with a cold, bitter laugh. “Why? You gonna shoot me, Rose?”

“I’d rather not have to.” The gun is set to stun, but Juno doesn’t need to know that. 

Nor would he care, apparently. There’s a desperate glint in his eye. “Might as well, right? Better not leave a job half-done.”

“I’d have an easier time answering your questions if they made the slightest bit of sense,” Peter says carefully. “I’ve been hired to do quite a number of jobs in this city, but I can assure you, none of them would have involved shooting you.”

“I don’t give a shit if the laser was supposed to come from you or the Kanagawas, they all burn the same.” 

Given that the Kanagawas rarely use the stun function on their weapons, Peter highly doubts that. 

“Exactly which job was I meant to have done?” he asks. “It might have something to do with the concussion you just gave me, but I’m drawing a blank.” 

Juno sneers. “Don’t play fucking stupid.”

Peter would like to point out that he fucks quite intelligently and they both know it, thank you very much, but he suspects that might not help matters.

“The police raid,” he finally explains. “You knew about it ahead of time, and you used that phony thief act to lure me away so I wouldn’t be around to help when it happened. Now Croesus is dead and the new boss thinks I’m some kind of informant to the HCPD, do you understand me? They think I was involved. But you’re going to tell me who was really behind it all.” 

Oh. Well. That’s awkward. “I assure you, that was entirely unintentional.” 

“Bullshit.” 

"I did know about the raid, Juno, but I wasn’t hired to frame you for it.” He lowers the laser, all too aware that it could be grabbed out of his hand in an instant. “I was hired to save you.” 

Another harsh, bitter laugh. “Nice fucking try, Rose. I’ve seen the rates you charge. Nobody would pay that kind of money to help me. Either you’re lying of you’ve been had.”

“She said she was your friend.”

“That should have been your first clue. I don’t have any...” He stops. His forehead creases and he pinches the bridge of his nose in exasperation. “Dammit.” 

Peter isn’t normally one to divulge the identity of his clients, but he suspects he’s said enough to tip Juno off. Some of the tension leaves the thief’s frame, and he starts to slump-- which wouldn’t have been much cause for concern, except he’s currently straddling Peter’s waist, and his new position is making it rather difficult to breathe.

“If your curiosity has been satisfied, might we move this conversation somewhere else?” 

Peter can feel the jolt that goes through Juno as he realizes the position they’re in. For a moment he’s flustered, but the emotion is masked by something darker. He leans forward, looming menacingly over Juno. “Why? Can’t handle someone else being on top?”

At least the shift gives Peter’s lungs more room to operate. “I’m game for whatever you are, Juno, so long as we get off this floor. The tile is incredibly uncomfortable.” 

Juno grimaces, but at least he rolls off Peter and climbs to his feet. “You’re a real piece of work, you know that?” Disgust practically drips from his voice. “Is fucking the people you tail part of the package deal, or does that part cost extra?” 

“I admit, my methods were tactless.” Peter rises slowly, careful not to make any sudden moves. “I think my client expected me to chain you up in a warehouse somewhere until the whole business with the raid blew over. I doubt that would have held you for long.” 

“Is that what the handcuffs were supposed to be for?” Juno asks sullenly.

“I prefer my equipment to be versatile.”

“Of course you do.” There’s that awful laugh again. “You know, I’ve got to hand it to you. You actually had me going for a while there. You actually made me think--” He stops abruptly, shaking his head, and turns toward the door. “We’re done here.” 

Peter should be glad to see him go. The thief showed up at his office without warning. He’s involved with one of the biggest organized crime families in Hyperion City. He could have killed him-- in fact, he might have come here planning to do just that. 

“Juno,” he starts, but his voice dissipates when Juno glances back at him. He looks haunted. Wounded. “What happened-- it wasn’t just about the job.”

Juno wants so badly to believe him. Peter can see it in his eyes. 

He turns away all the same.